Poem: The Well

The Well

Each day takes its fill
Some more
Some less
Others, too much. 

Each cup starts full
Then goes down the bottomless hatch
Quenching
life and progress.

When we go back to the Well
Time in time again
What remains lessens
Absorbing without refilling.

The Well knows
But the bucket doesn’t—  
The bucket receives less and less,
The drinker only droplets until nothing. 

Leave the bucket behind,
Surrender to the thirst of life
Embrace the emptiness of time
Because we’re already full.